VI.

Perhaps the workings of defiance stir

Within me—or, perhaps, a cold despair

Brought on when ills habitually recur,—

Perhaps a kinder clime, or purer air,

(For even to this may change of soul refer,[ad]

And with light armour we may learn to bear,)

Have taught me a strange quiet, which was not

The chief companion of a calmer lot.[ae]

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